Samantha said a few months ago that I would wake up on May 23rd and think that the past few months were all a dream. Frankly, it didn't even take that long for me to start doubting that I had lived in Prague for four months and traveled all over the continent... an innumerable number of cities, 11 countries, and 2 continents, and all I have to show for it are passport stamps, five bags to unpack, and outrageous debt.
But I loved it. I loved every second of it, so much that I'm going back in a month. The sadness is debilitating. Prague - a place I was in maybe 30 hours ago - seems like a lifetime ago. Coral Springs never really felt like home anyway, and if home is where the heart is, it's Prague.
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